Según el student guide de la revista Time Out, dentro de las cosas que se deben hacer antes de autodenominarse un verdadero Neoyorkino está lo siguiente:
"Doze through car alarms, sirens and drunks shouting in the street, and have a hard time sleeping without them: It can wear you down, the noise of the city. When you first move in, the nightly aural assault fries your nerves, keeping you up till all hours. But somehow - probably in some flicker of a second when, in the name of sanity, you were forcing yourself no to pay attention - the relentless car alarms outside your window morphed from a soul-killing screech into a reassuring lullaby. The wailing sirens of gridlocked ambulances and the lilting voices of loitering frat boys added their own harmonies. Now if the cacophony is absent as you're just as unsettled as you used to be when you first heard it."
La primera noche, quién dijo insomnio!! no hubo contada de ovejas que valiera; después de un par de noches ya por lograba dormir la mayor parte del tiempo pero con el primer camión de la mañana ya estaba fuera de la cama desayunando. Hoy me levanté a las 9:10... Creo que voy por buen camino.
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